PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

When the Heart Is Too Small to Recognize the Humility of God “Is not this the carpenter’s son?” — Matthew 13:55 There is a terrible sorrow hidden in this Gospel. God comes home, and they cannot receive Him. Not because He has concealed Himself entirely. They hear the wisdom. They see enough of the works to be astonished. Something has broken into their familiar world that cannot easily be explained. But then they look at Him. Is not this the carpenter’s son? They know His mot

The Incarnation and the Terrible Beauty of the Human Person “Man, completed and perfected, is wondrous, even as God is wondrous.” — St. Sophrony of Essex, His Life Is Mine “A man is born into the world.” We hear these words and think of something ordinary. Another child. Another life beginning among billions of lives. Another small creature entering a world already immense before him and destined to continue long after he is gone. But St. Sophrony hears something altogether d

When Desire Is Purified into Love A Reflection on the First Evening of Our Retreat “If you will, you can become all flame.” — Abba Joseph We began our retreat with one of the most familiar sayings of the Desert Fathers, and yet perhaps one of the most inexhaustible. Abba Lot came to Abba Joseph and described what had become the pattern of his spiritual life. He kept his little rule. He fasted according to his strength. He prayed and meditated. He tried to maintain interior pe

The hope that does not depend upon what happens next “This hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit.” — Romans 5:5 There is a hope that belongs to this world. We hope that circumstances will improve. That illness will pass. That those we love will remain with us. That misunderstandings will be resolved. That doors will open. That the future will eventually reveal some hidden coherence and allow us to say, Now I un

Wadi Natrun and the memory of a desire that had never disappeared “As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.” — Psalm 42:1 When I went on pilgrimage to the monasteries of Wadi Natrun in 1997, I carried with me, inevitably, a certain romanticism about the desert. How could one not? These were the places whose names had inhabited my imagination through the sayings and lives of the Fathers. Scetis. The desert of Macarius. The land of Abba Arsenius,

To love with the love by which Christ loves “In my flesh I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body.” — Colossians 1:24 There are sentences in Scripture before which one should become silent. This is one of them. “I complete what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions.” Nothing is lacking in the Cross. Nothing can be added to the sacrifice of Christ as though His offering were incomplete. “It is finished.” The Fathers never tire of returning us to

When there is nothing left to offer but our need “Blessed the man whose help comes from you, who has set his heart on climbing to you.” — Psalm 83, as reflected upon by St. Bruno There comes a moment when a man discovers that he has very little to bring before God. Perhaps this is one of the hidden mercies of the spiritual life. For years we imagine that we will come to Him bearing something worthy of the journey: fidelity, prayer, sacrifice, knowledge, virtue, perhaps even t

The Heart’s Long Return to Wonder “Love is sweeter than life.” — St. Isaac the Syrian There are desires that disappear when they are satisfied. And there are desires that become deeper. We spend much of our lives learning the difference. At first we imagine that desire is a kind of emptiness. Something is absent, and so the heart reaches toward it. We desire recognition, security, belonging, understanding. We desire a place in the world where our life will finally make sense.

On the quiet passage from doing for God to remaining with Him “One thing is needful.” — Luke 10:42 There comes a time when a question begins to form in the heart that one could not have asked honestly before. It does not arise from contempt for the world, nor necessarily from disappointment with one’s work. It may come after many years of labor, after responsibilities faithfully carried, after words spoken and written, after friendships and communities, after building things

St. Isaac the Syrian and the Terrible Sorrow of a Heart That Has Tasted God and Turned Again Toward the World “Mary has chosen the good portion, which shall not be taken away from her.” — Luke 10:42 There are losses that break the heart. A person dies. A friendship disappears. A home is lost. A community changes beyond recognition. A vocation once imagined no longer seems possible. The work of decades passes into other hands or simply fades away. Age takes strength from the b

When Love Becomes Participation in the Wounded Heart of Christ “To pray for people is to shed blood!” — St. Silouan the Athonite, quoted by Archimandrite Zacharias Zacharou, The Dawn of the Eternal There are words that we understand when we first read them, and there are words that wait for us. They remain somewhere within the heart, perhaps for years, until life itself becomes their interpreter. “To pray for people is to shed blood.” I have known these words of Saint Silouan